Intro) Equal rights and justice for all Rise and never fall Tell dem sey... Boom! What dey gonna do, when nuff a dem nuh true Say what they gonna do, dem get slew, yaaaw

(Sub-Chorus) Who do you think you are, we're living ina small world As wicked as you think you are, we're living in a small world As bad as you think you are, we're living in a small world As tough as you think you are, we're living in a... Da one ya name, alright

(Chorus) That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men in the fire gettin' burntThat day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall rise di whole a di ghetto yute dem from outta di slum

(Verse 1) And the day I would love to see their face For the all those evil they do to the human race And try to take things out of place Run away to space, true dem inna... Off you owna judgement, you a go get a taste When dem find out sey dat dem caan escape Sadness they send on the people dem trace Smile on my face

(Chorus) That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men and the fiyah gettin bun That day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall rise di whole a di ghetto yute dem from outta di slum

(Sub-Chorus) Who do you think you are, we're living ina small world As wicked as you think you are, we're living in a small world As slick as you think you are, we're living in a small world As tough as you think you are, we're living in a... Da one ya name, tell dem!

(Chorus) That day will come, when I shall stand and see all those wicked men and the fiyah gettin bun That day will come, when they will try to escape and there will be nowhere to run That day will come, when I shall see, they hand in all the bombs and bayonnettes and bullets and gun That day will come, when Emperor Selassie I shall ride out pon di wings of the heavens inna di sun

(Bridge) I will remain the same Hailing Rastafari name And watch dem going up in flames For all the innocent going down the drain You have to pay for the shackles and chains And pay for these washing of the brain And pay for these guns and cocaine The sick and the lame, alright Tomado de AlbumCancionYLetra.com(Repeat Chorus till fade)